"Smithson, what is that infernal contraption?"

"Why, MacKenzie. Don't you recognize it? It is the *Mumpower-Bobrow 
Device*. They published the plans in this month's issue of the Royal 
Journal of Infernal Contraptions."

"It's terribly stylish, I grant, despite the huge plumes of blue smoke, 
horrible squawking noises, unsettling vibrations, and mephitic odor; but 
what in heaven's name is its purpose?"

"My dear fellow, I haven't the faintest notion."

"Well, if you are ignorant of its purpose, how did one come to be 
filling this entire dance hall?"

"Oh, the Journal article was simply fascinating. I was engrossed in it 
for hours."

<pause>

"Smithson, may I point out that my inquiry remains uanswered?"

"Ah, That. Well.. You know, MackKenzie. doesn't it match the design of 
the pipe organ splendidly?"

"Smithson. You are eveding my question."

"MacKenzie, you are absolutely right. Your astuteness does you credit."

"Smithson...."

"hmmm hm mm mm"

"Do speak up!"

"Er...it came from the, the - Institute."

"Oh...I see.  It *is* frightfully...MODERN."

<Both sigh together.>

Smithson, I think you and I are both worldly intellectuals, 
well-equipped to handle all manner of scientific truths, no matter how 
new-fangled they may be.  So please, disclose the nature of this most 
curious device!

Ah, Uh...Er,

Come on now, man!

<With great and painful ceremony.>

It manufactures tremendously imposing clarinets in the most garish color 
of blue you have ever seen!!

Good lord!  That sounds Infernal indeed!  Might I see it in operation?

McKenzie, I say you must ask the technicians.

<fin>